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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I ♥ fried chicken

Two things every Southern gentleman should love: His mother and fried chicken.

Speaking of loving fried chicken and one's mother, I got me a two-fer this year. Check it out:

What you see there is pick-o'-the-chick pieces of chicken that I rolled in flour, salt, black pepper, and hot paprika ... and fried in the Hamilton Beach deep-fry cooker I got from my mother for Christmas. (Just so you know, it tasted as good as it looks in that pic.)

And I thought quality fried chicken could only be, well, fried in a skillet! Shows what I know ... praise be to Hamilton Beach, indeed!